Ahal-Al Bayt-22

Posted: August 18, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat |2 Comments

Chapter 22 The Ammījān, daughter and more

“Fātimah, you’ve been a bad, bad Musalmān girl”, she said as she stripped off her clothes. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to spank you.”

Fātimah lay across her Ammījān’s bare legs as my Uncut Hindu Dick rose again.

“Yes, Ammījān.”

“I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together,” she said from the doorway.

I have never been known to pass up a good opportunity for a blow job, so as soon as I recovered my senses enough to function, I stood beside Kħadījah who was wailing away on Fātimah’s bare extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and let Fātimah take as much of me as she could down her throat.

The adrenalin that had resulted from being caught balls deep in Kħadījah’s daughter by her Ammījān was still causing my heart to palpitate.

Slowly, it dawned on me.

“Did you set all this up?” I asked.

She grinned.

“Sure. I knew anybody as horny as you wouldn’t be able to resist Fātimah very long. She’s been antsy as hell around you ever since she started her period. Now that’s she’s old enough, I thought it would be a good idea to let you to work it out. I knew that you would never do anything to hurt her and you’re a gentle, patient Hindu lover, so I started leaving early every morning before work. Hope you don’t mind.” She grinned at me impudently and continued blistering Fātimah’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mind? Why should I mind? You want me for your daughter too, as well as for you. I can understand it very well.”

“Thank you.”

“Obviously, you don’t mind if Fātimah and I fuck each other’s brains out.”

“No.”

“Then go for it, Fātimah. Why don’t you show Fātimah how good it feels to have a woman lick her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy while I finish painting her tonsils?”

“Good idea.”

Later, we sat around in the family room, still nude, and discussed our new life style.

Fātimah picked up the phone and sat across my lap, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her still tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy until it was lodged to the root.

“Mind if I call Nādirah?”

“Of course not.” I replied, not realizing why she asked.

She called Nādirah all the time.

What was different about this time?

I soon found out.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Aħmad. Is Nādirah there?” My darling Fātimah squirmed on my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Kħadījah sat nearby, rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I don’t know if it was to get herself off again or to soothe it from the banging I had given her a few minutes ago.

“Hi Nādirah. Guess what I’m sitting on.”

“Oh shit!” I thought. “Here’s where it hits the fan.” I

gave Fātimah a stern look, but she simply wiggled her cute extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass around on my Uncut Hindu Prick and continued to chat as if she were telling her friend about a new dress or TV show.

“Remember that stuff they told us in sex education class? Well, it was all wrong. They didn’t tell us how good it felt, they just said the Hindu man put his penis in the Musalmān woman’s vagina and ejaculated. Wow! It doesn’t sound like much that way, but what if I told you that my Durgesh has his big Uncut Hindu Dick all the way up my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and he’s about to shoot a gallon of cum in me? Doesn’t that sound like more fun?”

It sounded like fun to me.

Unbelievably, my Uncut Hindu Prick swelled some more.

Don’t know how it could, but I could swear it felt twice as big as before.

I knew Fātimah shouldn’t be telling anybody this, but it also turned me on for her to be bragging about it to her Musalmān girl friend.

Kħadījah simply watched silently to see where this was going.

Her hand still idly stroked her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips as she listened.

“Really! You really let Durgesh fuck you?”

“Yeah. Ammījān came home and caught us, too.”

“Your Ammījān caught you?” Nādirah was astounded. “What did she say?”

“She gave me a spanking.”

“A spanking? Aren’t you too old to be spanked?”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“Wow! Oh, wow! Do you think your Durgesh would fuck me, too?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” She handed me the phone.

“Mr. Durgesh?”

“Yes?” I answered as calmly as possible with an 18-year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy sliding up and down my Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Would you be willing to fuck me too?” another 18 year teen ager, Nādirah Aħmad, asked me.

“How soon can you get over here?’

“Wait! Nādirah! Don’t leave yet! I want you to listen to us fuck.” Fātimah held the phone between us so Nādirah could hear us as she bounced up and down.

“Can you hear it squishing?” Fātimah yelled into the phone.

“Uh, huh,” Nādirah answered, a little out of breath.

“Are you playing with your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy?”

“Uh, huh,” Nādirah answered, a little out of breath.

“Ok. Now I’m raising way up until Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick is just barely inside me. Now I’m raising up further and rubbing his fat Uncut Hindu Cock across my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, back and forth. It feels so good. Ok, get ready. I’m going to stick it back in. One inch…two inches…three inches. Does it feel good, Durgesh?”

“Uh, huh,” I answered, a little out of breath.

“Four inches…five inches. Run get a banana. I’ll wait for you. Get a big one.”

“Got it?”

“Uh, huh,” Nādirah answered, a little out of breath.

“Ok, now catch up to us and we’ll do the rest together.”

I saw Kħadījah reach for the dildo she kept in the drawer with the massage oil and assumed that she was going to join us, also.

“Have you got five inches in your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy yet?”

“No. It won’t go. It hurts.”

“Well, silly. Did you peel it?”

“No.”

“Well, peel it and suck it a little to get it slimy. It will go then.”

“Did you stick it in yet?”

“It’s just starting.”

“Well, work it in and out a little to get it slick. It will go in easier then.”

“Is your Durgesh bigger than a banana?”

“Lots bigger. He stretches my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy so wide.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Just wait. You’ll see. Ok, I can’t wait any Longer and my Hindu darling Durgesh looks like he is going to blow a fuse. You shove as much of the banana in as you can get. I’m going to slide all the way down.”

About the time, Fātimah hit bottom, I went over the top and began gushing all over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb.

Kħadījah ‘s eyes were rolled back into her head as she rammed her dildo all the way in.

“Oh shit, oh shit, Nādirah! I’m cumming and my Durgesh’s cumming and my Ammījān is cumming. Are you cumming, too?”

“I think so. How does it feel?”

“You’ll know it when you do. My Durgesh is shooting cum all the way to the back of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb. I’m going to get off him now so I can suck the last of his Hindu cum. Come on over. Maybe Durgesh can fuck you by the time you get here. If Ammījān leaves any of his cum in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, you can lick it out while Durgesh fucks you.”

“Ok, I’m leaving now.”

Kħadījah had recovered enough to ask Fātimah,

“Where did you learn all this stuff, Darling?”

“I’ve been watching porno flicks every afternoon after University. I found where you guys keep them, plus I’ve been listening to you and Durgesh fuck for years. Do you want to lick Durgesh’s cum out of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, or what?”

Nādirah knocked rather timidly at the door.

“Come on in!” Fātimah yelled, unwilling to get up and prevent her Ammījān from being able to complete her cleanup task.

Nādirah blinked as she came into our family room.

I was leaning back into the couch cushions, stroking my Uncut Hindu Dick back up.

Fātimah was beside me with one hand around my Uncut Hindu Dick while her Ammījān ate her out.

Our clothes were long forgotten.

Nādirah just stared.

“Come sit on my Hindu lap, little Musalmān girl.” I offered.

“I’m not a little Musalmān girl, I’m adult legally now and I came to see if you would fuck me. I haven’t found a boy who seemed like he would do the job right.”

“Ok, then let’s see what you’ve got. Take off your panties first.”

Nādirah got into the game right away.

She didn’t merely take her panties off, she inched her skirt higher and higher until it was up to her waist, then turned around and bent over, offering me a delicious view of her firm extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

She hooked her thumbs in her pants and slowly slid them off as she wiggled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass in my face.

When they were almost low enough to reveal her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, she stopped.

“You like?”

“You bet!”

“Is my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cuter than Fātimah’s?” she giggled.

“Tell you what. We’ll have a contest later, with all you extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ladies. Now, are you going to show me what you’re hiding in there?”

“Patience, Hindu man. I’m trying to give you time to get it up.”

“I’ll show you who can get it up. Pull those pants off and let me see them while you spread your cheeks for me.”

“I have a little surprise for you,” she giggled.

“A surprise?”

“Yeah,” Nādirah giggled again. “See what my panties were holding in?” She slowly lowered them to her ankles as a slimy banana slid out of her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy. “Want a taste?”

Fātimah and her Ammījān fought over the banana while I went directly to the source.

I pulled Nādirah backwards until I could reach her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips with my own lips and began to kiss.

Fātimah and Kħadījah had compromised by each sucking one end of the banana.

They allowed it to slide back into their mouths until the banana was completely hidden and they looked like they were simply kissing.

Nādirah seemed to enjoy it, too.

“Have you and Fātimah been practicing on each other?” I asked when I came up for air.

“Just keep kissing. I think I’m about to cum.”

I redoubled my efforts.

And it was soon rewarded by a tremendous flow of sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice, accompanied by a lot of bucking and swaying.
When she could finally breathe again, Nādirah spoke up.

“Now I see what you meant, Fātimah. Does it get any better than that?”

“You’re about to see, I think. Looks like Durgesh has his stiffy back. What about it, Durgesh? Do you want to fuck my cute Musalmān girlfriend?”

I watched Nādirah gravely,

“Are you kidding? Are you sure, you want to do this, Nādirah? What about your Abbū? Won’t he try to kill me if he finds out I’ve fucked you? I’ll bet he would never love me to fuck you. I’m a Hindu and 61 already, moreover.”

“Really, Mr. Durgesh? I’ve always wanted to fuck you but I didn’t think you would do me.” Nādirah looked at my Uncut Hindu Prick greedily, “It’s pretty nice.”

“Honey, pretty is not where it’s at. Pretty is not why Hindu men fuck Musalmān women. Pretty is nice, but other things are more important. Tight is good. There’s no question that you would be tight. Willing is very good. You seem to be willing. Love helps an awful lot and I know I love you dearly. On the other hand, most Hindu men will fuck a Musalmān hole in a fence if there is nothing else around, so I’m pretty sure he would love me to ram my Uncut Hindu Prick all the way up your tight snatch if he can convince himself he wouldn’t be ruining your life allowing me to fuck you.”

“She didn’t ask for a speech, Durgesh. She just wants you to fuck her.”

“Ok, ok. Spread those pretty pink lips, honey. Here goes!”

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing with my daughter, Sir?” A new female voice interrupted me.

I was all alert again.

This was beginning to be ridiculous.

If we were all going to be fucking each other, we had better start locking some doors.

Nādirah’s Ammījān stood in the open doorway, hands on hips and glared at the rapidly wilting Uncut Hindu Prick her daughter was trying vainly to stuff in her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Might as well go down in flames.

“I was about to fuck the shit out of her until you wilted my Uncut Hindu Dick.”
She glared at me.

I glared at her.

I noticed her concentration wavering slightly as my Hindu Monster started to swell again.

Nādirah was still straddling my Hindu thighs, her firm tits squeezed against my bare chest, watching her Ammījān over her shoulder.

Kħadījah and daughter had paused in their 69 to watch the drama play out.

My Hindu Monster had her full attention now.

It was rubbing her daughter’s shoulder blades.

She tried one more time, weakly.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Nādirah darling?”

“Yes, Ammījān. This is exactly what I want, but it came out of me. Would you put it back in for me? Please?”

Ammījān moved like Boris Karloff doing Frankenstein’s monster as she approached mine.

Ammījān’s trembling hands were on fire as she took me in a firm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān grip and guided me back to home, her daughter’s sweet home.

Nādirah sank down to the root with a sigh.

“Thanks, Ammījān. It’s absolutely, exactly what I wanted. Maybe Mr. Durgesh would fuck you, too, if you ask him nicely. Won’t you, Mr. Durgesh?”

“See here, now. I’m not some kind of sex object you can pass around to all your friends and family. I’m not just a big hard Uncut Hindu Dick looking for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.”

Fātimah lifted her slimy face from her Ammījān’s gaping slit and said, “Oh, Durgesh. We all know what you are.”

“Oh? And what is that, my darling Fātimah?”

“Just a big hard Uncut Hindu Dick looking for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.” She dissolved in laughter at the phony pained look I attempted. “Go ahead and take your clothes off, Mrs. Aħmad, if you would really like to fuck Durgesh. I know he would love to fuck you if he can get it up again.”

Meanwhile, her daughter was practicing her horseback riding, easing her way into a nice canter.

She could almost see the stirrups Nādirah was standing in.

“Just stand beside me while I get fucked, Ammījān. It will make me feel so much better.” Nādirah requested her Ammījān, Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ.

So it happened that Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, stood beside a Hindu man her age while he fucked the shit out of her daughter, Nādirah Aħmad.

She must have had some incredible finishing University training because she never once stooped to my level, even when I slid my hand unobtrusively under the hem of her dress and slowly rubbed my way up her inner thigh.

Since Nādirah was doing such a good job of fucking herself on me, there wasn’t much for me to do except to be the sex object, so I concentrated on trying to break her Ammījān’s concentration.
To all outward appearances, Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, was as cool as a cucumber, even in such circumstances as she now found herself.

I couldn’t wait until my fingers found their goal.

Given her outward bearing, I was totally unprepared for the surprise that awaited me at the top of her firm thighs.

Try to imagine a hot, wet, naked Sunni Musalmān female body, squirming in a tangle of twisted satin sheets after being well and truly fucked, left right and backwards.

Try to imagine how swampy that Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt would be after being repeatedly violated and/or pleasured by multiple Uncut Hindu Pricks.

Ready?

I wasn’t.

I jerked my fingers back as if they had been burned.

The memory of that smoothly shaved, hot, wet, juicy, ravenous thing hiding so secretly between those long lovely legs had me on the verge of throwing her incredibly beautiful Sunni Musalmān daughter off my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Can you imagine that?

Me?

The “big hard Uncut Hindu Dick looking for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy”?

A sudden piercing pain on my hand got my attention.

Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, wanted me to look at her.

Well, why not?

It was the least I could do.

In fact, considering the level of pain she managed to extricate from just two little fingernails and a bit of my hand, it was the only possible thing to consider.

I gave her my full attention.

As I looked into those clear, gray Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes, it became quite clear to me that I was to continue servicing her daughter in a proper fashion or there wouldn’t be anything to service with much Longer.

I nodded my understanding and the pain in my hand gradually subsided.

My Hindu Monster had continued his job in his usual mindless manner, bringing an increasingly higher pitched series of screams from Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ’s, lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān daughter, Nādirah Aħmad.

“Oh, Ammījān. It feels so good in me. It’s what I’ve wanted forever so long, and it’s ever so long. Can you see it making my little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips poke out? See how my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty goes bang, bang? Could you suck it for me just a tiny bit, Ammījān? I think it would make me cum so deliciously.”

I don’t know how they train them in those finishing Universities, but however it is, it certainly prepares them to do anything whatsoever with aplomb.

It was my guess that the percentage of Musalmān women able to keep their composure while sucking their daughter’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit in an orgy setting is fairly low, after adjusting for inflation.

My fingers had returned to the furnace Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, was concealing from everyone else. They kept pace with Nādirah as she ascended the scale.

“Ooh, Ammījān. I’m going to cum, now. Oh, oh, oh! I’m cumming, Ammījān, I’m cumming.”

If the tightness of the lips squeezing my fingers was any indication, Ammījān was cumming, too.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips seemed to be trying to eat my fingers and failing that, to dissolve them with fiery acid.

“Oh well”, I thought. “Might as well go along with the crowd.”

I quit trying to hold back any Longer and leaned back in my chair to let Nādirah’s sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt pull all the Hindu liquid in my body out through one little hole.

Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, even kept her composure while licking up my excess Hindu cum that was being forced out of her daughter’s tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as Nādirah Aħmad continued to ride me.

It occurred to me to ask her name, but it was difficult to think of her less formally than as Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, even with a mouthful of my cum.

Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, stood, regally, and smoothed her dress.

“We really must be going, now. Thank you all for a lovely time. We must get together more often. Do come on, dear. Your Abbū will be concerned if we are not home soon. We are expected at the club in an hour.”

Tilāvat Sheikħ helped her daughter, Nādirah Aħmad, dress as matter-of-factly as if she were simply emerging from the bath and gave us all a warm smile as they sailed through the door.

“Wow! Did you see that?” I’m not sure who said it.

Maybe it was me–or all of us in unison.

The three of us joined hands and went upstairs to our bed.

The assumption that we would all be sharing it from now on was unspoken, but undeniable.

I woke up with a firm, tight, hot little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass rubbing against my swelling Uncut Hindu Dick in circles.

I reached around Kħadījah’s daughter and pinched her nipples to see if I was dreaming.

Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass kept up its grind until she was satisfied with the miracle she had wrought and slid it deep, deep inside her incredibly hot Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tunnel before snuggling back against me for another nap.

“Just leave it in and let it soak, Durgesh.”

“Anything for you, Fātimah darling.”

The next time I woke up, I was cumming.

Fātimah was milking me with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles.

Her Ammījān was spooned up against my back, reaching around us both to play with Fātimah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

After learning, that Kħadījah and daughter had set me up so cleverly, my first impulse was to be a bit upset.

I mean, we Hindus like at least to maintain some sort of semblance of being in charge.

You know, it helps us keep it up to think that we are calling the shots.

On the other hand, I was getting all the hot, wet, tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussies I could handle these days and it seemed like I might be viewed as unsporting and ungrateful if I attempted to regain what had previously passed as control around my house.

It also might be viewed as a sign that I wanted to change something and that thought brought me all alert again.

I think I probably still went to work every day, but my memories always sort of blank out on that part of my life.

Looking back, all I could really remember is the delicious feeling of waking up nearly every morning with Kħadījah’s tight body snuggled up tight behind me and my Uncut Hindu Dick lodged to the hilt in the hottest, tightest, slickest little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy one ever imagined.

That’s not all.

That tight little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was being shoved back on that happy Uncut Hindu Dick with great abandon while the owner of that tight little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy tickled her twat to pieces when she wasn’t scratching my balls to get me to wake up and cum with her.

Of course, I was always ready and willing to go whenever she was in the mood.

Her Ammījān would usually wake up about this time and reach over me to tweak her daughter’s nipples to help things along.

Fātimah was into sex about as far as I had been at her age, but had never had the opportunity to scratch that itch as she was doing.

It always seemed to be so unfair that Musalmān girls were all walking around with all that good stuff while we Hindus were in such pain to find any way at all to make the swelling go down.

I was fucking her at least twice a day, with matinees on the weekends, when Kħadījah and Fātimah’s friend Nādirah would join the lineup. I was tender, but happy.

One Friday morning, Kħadījah said she had plans for the weekend.

“I’m sure you guys won’t mind if I go away with my new woman friend this weekend. She has invited me up to her lodge for a few days of skiing. She hinted that she might bring along a couple of her friends to help her satisfy her fantasy of being gang-banged by Uncut Hindu Pricks. She mentioned to me that the idea of triple Hindu penetration made my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy drip and she wants to take pictures. I’ll bring you some.”

“That sounds great, Ammījān. Why don’t I invite Nādirah over for the weekend and we can see how Durgesh it takes to fuck her to his knees?”

“That’s sweet, dear. I’m sure I’ll be tired and sore when get home, so see if you Musalmān girls can drain Durgesh‘s crankcase for me. We don’t want him to feel left out, do we?”

“Hey! I’m sitting right here. What’s all this shit about everybody else making all the plans around here and talking over the top of my head like I don’t even exist?”

“Oh, poor Durgesh. Poor, poor Durgesh. Does he feel left out?” Fātimah crawled into my lap as she used to do when she was much smaller.

The difference was that now she brought a lot more to the lap than when she was smaller.

Her nightie covered just enough to keep me trying to see through it and she never wore the bottoms, by popular demand–mine!

I let her soothe me in her own sweet way.

She nuzzled my neck and rubbed those firm mounds we adore so much against my chest as she wriggled in my lap like a coon dog trying to find a comfy place to lie down.

If I hadn’t just finished dumping a huge load of cum in her a few minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to maintain my aloofness at all.

As it was, I held out for at least a second.

A man must have some pride.

Fātimah’s hand was now inside my robe, tickling my chest and tweaking my nipples a bit.

“Why don’t you take Nādirah and me back to the mall, Durgesh? We just love to shop and you just love to watch, so why not limber up those old credit cards and come on?”

I didn’t even try to hold out on this one.

I still had vivid memories of the first time I took them shopping a few weeks ago.

Kħadījah had barely left the house by the time we were on our way to pick up Nādirah.

“Oh, Mr. Durgesh. It’s so nice of you to take us shopping again. How can we ever repay you?” Nādirah breathed in my ear.

She was riding in the back seat behind me, because Fātimah took up the whole passenger side of the front seat so she could give me a few cheap thrills on the way to the mall.

Scratch that.

Nothing was going to be cheap about this trip, but it was certain to be thrilling.

In fact, if Fātimah didn’t put her skirt down and sit up, we stood a very good chance of my being thrilled into a ditch.

“Put your skirt down and sit up, Fātimah. A man can only take so much. Nādirah, why don’t you come up here with us? Fātimah is going to make me drive in a ditch if she keeps that up. I’ll pull over at the next intersection.”

“Oh, that’s ok, Mr. Durgesh. I’ll just climb over.”

Before I could object, there were a pair of long legs scissoring over the seat beside me as long, tall, lanky Nādirah climbed over.

It was damned lucky there was no traffic around us and the road was very wide.

It appeared that Nādirah shared Fātimah’s taste in underwear.

“Don’t either of you wear panties any more?”

“We could get some thongs at the mall if you prefer, Mr. Durgesh.” Nādirah settled beside me and laid her hand on top of IT.

Her skirt was still around her waist and Fātimah was walking her fingers up Nādirah’s thigh so slowly that I knew we would crash before she got there because I wouldn’t be able to tear my eyes away until she hit pay dirt.

Actually, there was little chance I could do it then.

“Please, Musalmān girls. You know I love it, but you’re killing me. Please just sit up straight like good little Musalmān girls until we get there. Otherwise, we’re all in grave danger.”

Just then, an 18-wheeler blew past with his air horns in a tizzy, which sobered all of us up a bit.

I knew I hadn’t been paying much attention to my driving, but I hadn’t realized how close to fact my prediction had been.

“Oooh, that was scary, Durgesh. I think I peed my panties. Wait a minute, I’m not wearing any. Can I borrow your hanky to sponge it up a bit?”

“I’ll help, Fātimah.”

We pulled into the mall parking lot with my eyes still glued to the seat beside me, while Nādirah tenderly sponged all traces of moisture from Kħadījah’s daughter’s tender lips.

How we avoided curbs, other cars and disaster of all types I will never know.

“Now. Can we get out of the car like civilized people and go do our shopping?”

Fātimah and Nādirah were giggling too hard to speak, but I finally followed their pointing fingers and realized that I had a raging Hindu hardon that was visible halfway across the parking lot, with a huge greasy spot on my pants from the gobs of precum that had undoubtedly been leaking ever since we left home.

Nādirah was the first to recover the ability to speak, but it was greatly hindered by her continued giggling and the fact that she was doubled over laughing and pointing at my Hindu crotch.

People getting out of other cars were beginning to look where she was pointing.

“Sorry folks. We nearly had an accident back there and I guess I lost my cool a bit.” I announced to the small crowd of onlookers.

The Musalmān women smirked at the thought that it could happen to Hindu men, also, but the Hindu men took one look at the bulge in my pants and the company I was traveling with and nodded wistfully, knowing that they would probably never have the chance to embarrass themselves in that particular manner.

We finally made it into the store and the Musalmān girls had a little whisper fest with one of the Musalmān salesgirls, who led us back to a special dressing room area that wasn’t visible from the rest of the store.

There was only one little old man back there, apparently waiting for his wife, although she must have been from a later generation than him.

It was hard to imagine any woman his age trying on the types of things that were sold in this particular emporium.

Fātimah and Nādirah roamed the store and picked out a few loads of clothes to try on while I made small talk with the old Hindu.

About the time they came back, I learned that he was, indeed, there to pamper his new Musalmān wife a bit, and yes he admitted that she might be called a “trophy wife” by some people, but he didn’t care.

When she came out of the dressing room to model her next selection for him, I didn’t much care what people called her, either.

If I had been in the market for a trophy wife, I would have gladly fought ten better men than him just for a chance with her.

Legs that went all the way up, a chest that just missed being too large, I draw the line at DDDD, and bright, sparkling eyes under a crown of golden curls.

It was enough to drive any man crazy.

She smiled at me to acknowledge my Hindu admiration, with only a glance at my wet pants.

About this time, my own Sunni Musalmān harem came dancing out of their cubicle expecting my undivided Hindu attention.

They had probably expected to get the same from the old geezer, too, but we were both still pretty intent on doing our imitation of dumbstruck.

The Musalmān girls didn’t like the competition one bit.

“Durgesh!” Fātimah almost screamed at me to get my attention.

The outfit she was wearing showed a lot of Fātimah.

Nādirah was beside her in a similar outfit.

Any other time, the two of them together like that would have finished the job on my pants.

As it was, I was so numbed by the overwhelming sensations of so many beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bodies so provocatively displayed that I sort of went into sexual overdrive.

I knew I must be leaking oil like an old pickup truck, but at least I was able to hold back the main load.

“Hi Musalmān girls, I’m Jamīlah.” she said, to defuse an obviously taught situation.

She was no doubt accustomed to dealing with jealous young Musalmān girls and recognized that she had no need to compete.

Better to stroke them a bit and keep the tone of the setting high.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t get as much out of the trip as she would like, either.

“Those outfits look really stunning on you. Someone must have given you a lot of good advice on how to dress.”

She went on for a bit in the same vein, stroking and complimenting the Musalmān girls until they saw that she had no interest in competing with them for attention–she simply wanted to get as much as she could out of the shopping trip, which happened to match their interests, too.

Jamīlah had one more trick up her sleeve.

She could see that the Musalmān girls were still a bit miffed at having my Hindu attention divided so she upped the ante a bit.

“Don’t you think they look ravishing, dear? See how the bustier raises the tops of their firm breasts even more and almost, but not quite, reveals their pink strawberries to us? Turn around dears. Durgesh is a true connoisseur of Musalmān beauty. Let him see how the cut of the bottoms is perfect for your firm derrieres. If your figures weren’t so perfect, those outfits wouldn’t work at all.”

Fātimah and Nādirah were too stunned to object as Jamīlah turned and posed them in all sorts of poses so that I could more fully appreciate their bodies.

I was enjoying the show immensely.

So was her husband.

The Musalmān girls must have been or else they wouldn’t have gone along with everything so docilely.

“As great as that looks on you, dear, there are a couple of minor tucks and nips we could take to make it even sexier. Would you like for me to show you?”

The Musalmān girls were still beyond words, but they allowed Jamīlah to continue.

“If we just roll this part here down a bit and tighten this, we can make more of a bubble on top, which is always exciting to a Hindu man. Doesn’t this excite you, dear? Durgesh always turns into a tiger after our shopping trips, don’t you, dear?” Jamīlah smiled sweetly at me and continued.

“Oops! Looks like we made the bubble just a bit too high there. One of our strawberries is trying to get away.”

Fātimah’s bright red nipple was now sticking out the top of the bustier.

My problem was almost sticking out the top of my bustier, too.

I looked like I might be on the verge of a memorable hardon, myself.

“Let’s just tuck that little scamp back in, shall we?” Fātimah stood as still as a statue while Jamīlah rubbed and patted her firm tits until her nipples once more hidden.

They were right on the verge of escaping, but not quite, and then she did the same for Nādirah.

It was the first time I had ever seen the two of them so quiet and obedient.

They must have sensed Jamīlah’s competence and were content to let her lead and instruct them.

“See, the object of seduction is not to show everything, but to merely highlight the possibilities. Darling, you simply must feel the velvet texture of their young thighs. You don’t mind, do you, Musalmān girls? Durgesh is such an expert on beauty. He has greater appreciation for perfection in the Musalmān female form than any Hindu man I have ever met. Don’t you agree with me, Sir? Don’t you think your womanfriend’s daughter and her friend are exceptionally beautiful?”

“Never mind. I can see that you do. Would it be all right with you if I were to demonstrate to the Musalmān girls some of the exercises I use to keep myself fit? They won’t need them for several years, but it’s always good to take advantage of useful information when it is available. Don’t you agree?”

As she talked, Jamīlah locked the door that led to the secluded dressing area.

As she returned she wriggled out of the top she had been wearing, revealing two of the most mouth-watering breasts.

Her husband wasn’t saying much, but he was definitely in favor of the show.

Perhaps he had seen it before and knew where she was going with it.

Facing the stunned Musalmān girls, Jamīlah lifted and massaged her treasure chest and showed them how she kept her muscles in tone to keep her tits high and firm at an age where most women started to droop a bit.

I could have watched her technique forever, but she had other plans.

“Here, let me show you.” She unzipped Fātimah’s bustier and reached around her to cup her bursting titties in a firm grip.

She made sure that I was treated to a good show as she taught Fātimah, then Nādirah; all there was to know about good breast health.

While she was at it, she taught them how to check themselves for problems.

All in all, she was so calm and matter of fact about the entire sequence that the Musalmān girls forgot to be embarrassed about showing their tits to a strange Hindu man and having his Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife caressing them at the same time.

“In fact”, Jamīlah went on. “The same sort of muscle stimulation will also extend the abilities of the male. May I show you?” Without waiting for an answer, and even without any ultimatum, Jamīlah unzipped my pants and drew my Uncut Hindu Prick out into the open.

I don’t know if it was the muscle stimulation or the sight of Kħadījah’s daughter’s tits that had me hard, but I was rigid as a crowbar.

It wasn’t all that surprising.

Fātimah and Nādirah made no objection, so Jamīlah went right on with her demonstration in a very professional manner.

“There will come a time when you Musalmān girls will be very glad to know some of these techniques, so watch very closely. In fact, you may wish to follow along with me and repeat the same techniques so that you know you are getting them right. You don’t mind, do you, Sir?” She smiled sweetly, playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick, as if she were really asking if I minded having two beautiful teenagers play with my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Jamīlah had barely begun her demonstration on My Uncut Hindu organ when Nādirah dropped to her knees and joined my musical instrument out to play.

Neither she nor Fātimah seemed to think there was anything unusual about the situation.

Maybe they didn’t, but my old buddy and I sure as hell did.

However, we were prepared to humor them as they maintained an interest in educational activities.

Jamīlah stroked and pulled and tickled and squeezed.

So did her students.

I shuddered and shook like a hound dog.

As unlikely as it might have seemed, I went over the edge.

I’ll bet it was my fourth time of the day.

My Hindu Cum flew everywhere until Jamīlah dropped her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over the tip my recital and my Musalmān girls did the same for me.

They were all so cute with all that Hindu cum in their hair and big grins on their extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān faces.

“Musalmān girls, you have been so great that I wonder if I can ask one more favor of you?”

“Sure, Jamīlah!” they chorused. “Whatever you want. We’re really having a blast. Thanks for teaching us all this stuff.”

“Well, Durgesh really enjoys fucking young Musalmān girls. Would it be too much to ask if you would let Durgesh fuck me too? ”

Fātimah looked at Nādirah and Nādirah looked at Fātimah.

Both were starting to grin.

Fātimah spoke first.

“How old are you, Jamīlah?”

“I’m 28 years old.” Jamīlah stated proudly.

“And you think you can satisfy Durgesh, the eversexy hypersexual Hindu?”

“If I can’t, I’ll be proud to die trying.”

“Well, don’t die on Durgesh, but if you can satisfy the eversexy hypersexual Hindu, Durgesh, we’ll tell everybody you did. Ok?”

“That’s a deal, honey. I’m bending over. Let Durgesh enter me.”

Jamīlah’s husband watched somewhat jealously as his beautiful young Sunni Musalmān wife, Jamīlah, bent over the arm of the chair and guided my 61-year old Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight 28-year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah and Nādirah stood behind me and watched me fucking Jamīlah.

Apparently, that implant did things for my technique that agreed with Jamīlah’s needs.

She was already starting to make bubbles and was having trouble getting enough air.

Of course, the Durgesh buildup with an unexpected twist at the end may have done something for her.

In less time than it normally took me to boil her juices, Jamīlah had a full head of steam.

I took a quick look at the door to see if anyone was likely to come in to check on the screaming but Jamīlah recognized my concern and reassured me that the room had been soundproofed for this exact reason.

Speaking of Jamīlah, she was wringing me dry.

If she was willing to continue divulging her secrets, we were going to be seeing a lot of her in the future.

Nādirah could hardly stand still.

She was so excited, watching Jamīlah get so royally fucked that she couldn’t get enough fingers in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to scratch where it itched.

Jamīlah was the first one to notice and made me stop enough to let Nādirah take her place.
As if I was going to argue with anything she suggested.

Hah! I slammed into Nādirah with enough gusto to powder my balls if they had been in the way.

I don’t remember ever having been so wound up.

Nādirah’s tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was so slick it barely hurt as I rammed deep into uncharted territory.
Then Jamīlah again replaced Nādirah Aħmad.
Suddenly, Jamīlah’s cries trailed off to nothing and I realized that she had passed out.
Now, I had Fātimah going about as quickly as I had done Jamīlah.

Maybe a little faster.

When all was over, we exchanged contact info and promised to get together again right away.

I left the mall with two very worn out but happy teenagers on my arm and headed for home and a nice three-way bubble bath, followed by a pileup in our big king size bed.

Nobody had any strength left for fun and games, so we just snuggled together and hoped that morning wouldn’t come before we were ready.

Just before she dropped off, Nādirah murmured something I didn’t quite hear, but it sounded like, “That was fun, Mr. Durgesh. Now will you fuck my Ammījān, Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, too?”

Chapter 23

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1